Jacaerys had faced unimaginable odds. The Battle of Gullet had been a fierce, blood-soaked war on the seas, where he fought for not only the survival of his family but the future of the 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 cause. He had watched as ships went down in flames, heard the cries of dying men, and narrowly avoided death himself. Yet, through the chaos and destruction, he had emerged victorious.

The battle had cost him more than he could ever express. His heart ached for the lives lost, but he knew that it was a crucial turning point in the war for the throne. Rhaenyra, his mother—the woman who had given him everything, including the crown—had fallen, her hopes for the Iron Throne dashed in the fires of war. Yet, her death had paved the way for him to ascend to the throne as the rightful heir.

Now, King of Westeros, Jacaerys found himself standing on the precipice of a new chapter. The crown was heavy on his head, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, and the realm—though seemingly united—was on the edge of chaos. But the one thing that had remained constant, the one thing that gave him strength amid the storms, was you.

He had always known that you were the one. In the aftermath of the battle and in the aftermath of everything that had transpired, you were his only anchor, his steady hand when everything seemed too chaotic. And as the newly crowned King, Jacaerys couldn’t imagine ruling without you by his side. The Iron Throne was his, but it was nothing without you to share it with.

Standing before you in the chambers of the Red Keep, his crown gleaming and his shoulders tense with the weight of his new role, Jacaerys took your hands in his. His gaze was soft but filled with resolve, and his voice was steady, despite the tremble in his chest.

“I ask for your hand in marriage,” he said quietly, his words heavy with meaning. ”I need you. Not just by my side in battle, but in this war for the throne. You will be Queen—if you want it.”